(Sixth update! Where is the vote?)

The kind-eyed old lady stood by the roadside, quietly waiting for Wang Xiaofeng's decision.

A comrade was indeed a little hesitant at this time. After all, the seed of hope should be the key to this assessment. After eight days of hard work, wouldn’t he be laughed at?

He looked at the simple old man carefully, with his coarse cloth dress, his long yellow hair was simply tied up, and he looked like a simple working people's outfit. A comrade couldn't help but think in his heart, if the old man was testing whether he was decisive, wouldn't he have a problem with his hesitation?

In two minutes, the old and the young looked at each other quietly. Suddenly, Wang Xiaofeng took a few steps forward and handed over the seed, "Please trouble you."

The old woman did not reach out to pick it up, but instead looked straight at the young man in front of her. The latter felt a sense of tickling in her heart. "What you hold in your hand is the seed of hope that represents the sacred object of light. Why would such a precious thing be handed to me with confidence?"

Wang Xiaofeng was very confident. The system really meant this. After so long as he was pretending to be a charlatan, he had already learned a lot about acting skills and said solemnly, "I believe in you."

Unexpectedly, the old man smiled and shook his head, and said to a comrade: "Blind trust will make you lose the preciousness of your life. If you cannot give a reason to trust me, I will not help you repair this seed of hope."

It turns out that it is not easy to get away with it; after a little bit of language was organized in my heart, a dad's face was still filled with lightness, "Auntie, I see simplicity and truth in your eyes. If someone plots this seed, it is impossible to keep his eyes on my face, and he doesn't even look at the seeds in my palm."

The old woman was slightly stunned, then nodded and smiled, took the seed from Wang Xiaofeng's hand, and a faint green light penetrated into the seeds in her thin hands.

"The observation is delicate and the mind is wise," the old woman seemed to be giving him a clearance statement. "Hu En's chosen successor is indeed extraordinary. This seed has regained its vitality. Take it, not far ahead is the holy water pool."

Wang Xiaofeng reached out to take the seed handed to him by the old woman, bowed slightly to express his gratitude. He could call the old charlatan without adding the word "saint". This old woman probably has a considerable background. Although, no matter how noble her identity is, it is just a piece of data, an NPC.

He took a step and passed by the old man; the old woman suddenly laughed, "If I had moved some tact on your normal seed, wouldn't your wisdom and trust become a joke?"

Wang Xiaofeng paused, and did not look at the woman's figure, but continued to move forward. "If you believe in the wrong person, you can only be willing to accept the loss. No matter how badly you fall, you must stand up and taste your own bitter fruit."

The old woman had a little touch in her eyes, and she turned around and looked at the young man's gradually disappearing figure, nodding with a solemn look on her face.

How can I do it? The seeds in my hands are marked with the system to be usable, while the originally brown seed belt is covered with a little green color, and the germination life.

What was the test just now? Shaking your head and smiling, it was a comprehensive test.

Continue walking along the path in the forest. The fresh air makes people feel refreshed when they breathe. After leaving the novice village, I haven't smelled this kind of air for a long time.

"Apocalypse, we're meeting again. Sorry, I need to trouble you one thing."

A brilliant light appeared in front of him, and the strong light was not dazzling. An elegant figure gradually appeared in the light. The white and transparent hair, the horns of the colorful diaphragm, the elegance of the wind, the cleanliness of non-sticky dust, the bright unicorn, the light guardian, Elilian Mona.

"Brother Suifeng." A weak laughter flowed in his ears, but the sound of a breath of breath made Wang Xiaofeng raise his heart, looking at the elf lying on the back of the unicorn aunt. The cute elf named Xiaohua was lying there weakly. Wang Xiaofeng took a few steps forward and found that her transparent wings were infected by a trace of ink.

"What's wrong with Xiaohua?" "She was attacked by the demonic energy in the forest. I can't save her, so I can only come and ask you." "What can I help, please explain it." Wang Xiaofeng responded decisively. It was not because of anything else, just for the two passive skills he had at the beginning.

What's more, watching the elf flying around in his ear become like this, he himself could not convince himself to turn a blind eye. Holding the elf in his palm and looking at the curled figure lying on his side, Wang Xiaofeng could feel the trembling of her body.

The holy light flashed, and the light unicorn changed into the form of a thumb elf in front of him, flew to Wang Xiaofeng's palm and knelt beside his daughter. "When you plant the seed of hope, I beg you to give me the fruit of hope that I will pay any price for this."

"Fruit of Hope?" Wang Xiaofeng didn't understand why, but he nodded at this time, running forward along the path.

He could feel that the elf in his hand was gradually losing his breath, as if his life was in danger. Alice held a pocket staff in his hand, knelt down and murmured gently, injecting a stream of tiny but very pure holy light into his daughter's body, maintaining her last life.

"Apocalypse, please stay." A fat man dragging a sack called him on the side of the road. Wang Xiaofeng didn't want to stop, but was afraid that he would miss the content of the assessment task, so he could only stop helplessly.

"May I ask, is there anything?" Wang Xiaofeng looked at the palm of his hand, and the holy light wrapped the bodies of the two elves and floated on his shoulders.

"Oh, hehe, I can feel that you are a little hostile to me." The middle-aged man threw the sack in his hand to Wang Xiaofeng. The sack opening opened, and the gold coins exuded a little tempting aura. It was the smell of money and it was also the place that made countless people crazy. "I will buy you three minutes to discuss a business with me."

"Sorry," Wang Xiaofeng bowed slightly and walked over in front of the bag of gold coins without any hesitation.

There was a little helpless smile on the corner of his mouth. The game system really felt that he had never lived in childhood? He really thought he had never read fairy tales and fables? No matter what, we grew up in stories of truth, goodness and beauty. Although we later learned that the relationship between princes and princess should be shameless.

"As long as you are willing to resell the seed of hope to me, I can make you a real rich man, and everyone among the Apocalypse will be able to compete with you!"

The man was still trying tirelessly to abduct such a pure-minded young man. A comrade did not look back, but just said a famous saying and walked into the deeper forest.

"There is no free lunch in the world. It is possible to have a knife in the sky, and it is impossible to lose pies."

Let’s regard the first level as a beautiful yin*, and I almost thought that now there is a temptation of money. By the way, can such a bloody plot not be so obvious? Wang Xiaofeng feels that his personality and intelligence have been ironic unprecedentedly.

A clear small lake appears at the corner of the forest. There is a circular platform with a diameter of several meters in the small lake. The gushing water reflects the afternoon sunlight and reflects a tiny rainbow.

A small boat, a boatman wrapped in a white robe, should be the final test. Wang Xiaofeng let out a little, looked at the light ball floating on his shoulders, and did not dare to stay too much.

There is a wooden sign on the shore where the boat is moored, with several rows of fonts written on it. In addition to the first row of the mainland general font Wang Xiaofeng also knows, the other rows of fonts should be written by various races.

Holy Pool, a place for the cultivation of the tree of hope.

"Young man, I've been having a good life these days."

The boatman took off the brim of his hat on his head and showed an old face smiling. A comrade couldn't help but blink. Did the goddess fall asleep again? Why did you release you, the old guy? Didn't you talk about the last time?

"Hahaha," Wang Xiaofeng smiled and rubbed his hands. He put his notebook and equipment in his backpack a few days ago. "So it's you, the old man is in good health? Everything goes well?"

"Why, they all say you are my successor. Don't you want to condescend and call the teacher?" "The teacher is here, please be bowed by my disciple." Wang Xiaofeng sang a promise and waved his hand to the old man.

"Who are you?" "Uh, you are so kind and considerate about these common etiquettes." "Okay, as the gatekeeper for your trial, I am responsible for the assessment of your last level." The old man snorted coldly, and Wang Xiaofeng decisively bowed at an angle of ninety degrees.

"What is one plus one equal to?" "2..." I blurted out without thinking. A comrade couldn't help but regret it. A mathematician once said that one plus one does not necessarily equal two!.
Chapter completed!